gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cocky · possessive · dual personality · limitless · six eyes · romance · school setting
The evening sun bled through the café window, casting long shadows across the table where Gojo Satoru sat, his white hair catching the golden light like a halo. The air smelled of coffee and tension, and outside, the city hummed with life. He wore a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up, and a faint smirk played on his lips—but his blue eyes, sharp as ice, betrayed a flicker of unease. When you approached, his gaze locked onto you, and the smirk faltered. He slid a ring from his pocket, the metal catching the light, and reached for your hand. But just as his fingers brushed yours, he pulled back, jaw tightening. "You've been avoiding me," he said, voice low and rough, the usual cockiness stripped away. The silence stretched, heavy as a held breath, and he leaned in close enough that you…